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<blockquote data-quote="Naofumi" data-source="post: 47438" data-attributes="member: 39"><p>How it happened, I cannot exactly say now. But one day it became</p><p>clear to me that I would be a painter-I mean an artist. It was a fact that I</p><p>had an aptitude for drawing. It was even one of the reasons why my father</p><p>had sent me to the Realschule. But he had never thought of having that</p><p>talent developed in such a way that I could become a professional painter.</p><p>Quite the contrary. When, as a result of my renewed refusal to adopt his</p><p>preferred plan, my father asked me for the first time what I myself really</p><p>wished to be, my resolve expressed itself almost automatically. For a</p><p>moment my father was speechless.</p><p>"A painter? An artist?"</p><p>He wondered whether I was sane. He thought that he might not have</p><p>heard me right, or misunderstood me. But when I explained my ideas to</p><p>him, and he saw how seriously I took them, he opposed it with all the</p><p>determination of his nature. His decision was very fundamental; any</p><p>consideration of my own natural abilities was out of the question.</p><p>"An artist, no, not as long as I live, never." But seeing as I had inherited</p><p>much of my father's obstinacy-besides having other qualities of my</p><p>own-my reply was equally forceful. Except that it stated something quite</p><p>the contrary.</p><p>At that point, our struggle became a stalemate. Father would not</p><p>abandon his 'Never,' and I became all the more firm in my 'Nevertheless. '</p><p>48</p><p>CHAPTER I</p><p>Naturally, the consequences were unpleasant. The old gentleman was</p><p>bitterly annoyed; and indeed so was I, although I really loved him. My</p><p>father forbade me to entertain any hopes of taking up the art of painting as</p><p>a profession. I went a step further and declared that I would not study</p><p>anything else. With such declarations, the situation became ever more</p><p>strained, so that the old man irrevocably decided to assert his parental</p><p>authority at all costs. That led me to adopt an attitude of circumspect</p><p>silence, but I put my threat into action. I thought that once it became clear</p><p>to my father that I was making no progress at the Realschule, he would be</p><p>forced to allow me to follow my dream-for better or worse.</p><p>1.5 THE YOUNG NATIONALIST</p><p>I don't know whether I calculated rightly or not. My failure to make</p><p>progress in school was obvious. I studied just the subjects that appealed to</p><p>me, especially those that I thought I might need later as a painter. What</p><p>didn't appear to have any importance, or what didn't otherwise appeal to</p><p>me, I completely sabotaged. My school reports of that time were always in</p><p>the extremes of good or bad, according to the subject. In one column my</p><p>evaluation read 'very good' or 'excellent. ' In another it read 'average' or</p><p>even 'below average. ' By far my best subjects were geography and, even</p><p>more so, general history. These were my two favorite subjects, and I led</p><p>the class in them.</p><p>When I look back over so many years and try to judge the results of</p><p>that experience, I find two very significant facts standing out clearly:</p><p>First, I became a nationalist.</p><p>Second, I learned to understand and grasp the true meaning of history.</p><p>1.6 THE GERMAN OSTMARK</p><p>The old Austria was a multi-national state.</p><p>In those days, at least the citizens of the German Reich, taken through</p><p>and through, couldn't understand what that fact meant in the everyday life</p><p>of the people within such a state. After the magnificent triumphant march</p><p>of the victorious armies in the Franco-German War, the Germans in the</p><p>Reich became steadily more and more estranged from the Germans beyond</p><p>their frontiers-partly because they didn't wish to appreciate the true value</p><p>49</p><p>MEIN KAMPF</p><p>of those other Germans, and partly because they were incapable of doing</p><p>so. The degenerate dynasty was often confused with the people, who were</p><p>at root healthy.</p><p>The Germans of the Reich didn't realize that if the Austrian Germans</p><p>had not been of the best blood, they could never have given their</p><p>characteristic stamp to an empire of 52 million-such that the erroneous</p><p>idea arose that Austria was a German state. This error led to dire</p><p>consequences. But all the same, it was a magnificent testimony to the</p><p>character of the 10 million Germans in the Ostmark.6 Only very few of the</p><p>Germans in the Reich itself had an idea of the bitter struggle that those</p><p>Eastern Germans had to carry on daily for the preservation of their German</p><p>language, schools, and character.</p><p>Only today-when a tragic fate has tom several millions of our</p><p>kinsfolk away from the Reich and forced them to live under foreign rule,</p><p>dreaming of that common fatherland towards which all their yearnings are</p><p>directed, and struggling to maintain the right to use their mother tongue</p><p>only now have the wider circles come to realize what it means to fight for</p><p>one's people. Today perhaps there are some who can assess the greatness</p><p>of that German spirit that animated the Reich's old Ostmark. It enabled</p><p>those people, left entirely on their own, to defend the Reich against the East</p><p>for several centuries. They also were able to secure the boundaries of the</p><p>German language through a guerilla war of attrition, at a time when the</p><p>Reich was more interested in colonies than in protecting its own flesh and</p><p>blood at its very doorstep.</p><p>1.7 THE STRUGGLE FOR GERMANISM</p><p>In this battle over the language of old Austria, there were, as in every</p><p>such struggle, three groups: the fighters, the slackers, and the traitors.</p><p>The sifting process began at school. And it is worth noting that the</p><p>language-war was waged in perhaps its bitterest form in school; this was</p><p>the nursery where the seeds had to be watered that were to spring up and</p><p>form the coming generation. The tactical objective of the fight was to win</p><p>over the child, and it was to the child that the first rallying cry was addressed:</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Naofumi, post: 47438, member: 39"] How it happened, I cannot exactly say now. But one day it became clear to me that I would be a painter-I mean an artist. It was a fact that I had an aptitude for drawing. It was even one of the reasons why my father had sent me to the Realschule. But he had never thought of having that talent developed in such a way that I could become a professional painter. Quite the contrary. When, as a result of my renewed refusal to adopt his preferred plan, my father asked me for the first time what I myself really wished to be, my resolve expressed itself almost automatically. For a moment my father was speechless. "A painter? An artist?" He wondered whether I was sane. He thought that he might not have heard me right, or misunderstood me. But when I explained my ideas to him, and he saw how seriously I took them, he opposed it with all the determination of his nature. His decision was very fundamental; any consideration of my own natural abilities was out of the question. "An artist, no, not as long as I live, never." But seeing as I had inherited much of my father's obstinacy-besides having other qualities of my own-my reply was equally forceful. Except that it stated something quite the contrary. At that point, our struggle became a stalemate. Father would not abandon his 'Never,' and I became all the more firm in my 'Nevertheless. ' 48 CHAPTER I Naturally, the consequences were unpleasant. The old gentleman was bitterly annoyed; and indeed so was I, although I really loved him. My father forbade me to entertain any hopes of taking up the art of painting as a profession. I went a step further and declared that I would not study anything else. With such declarations, the situation became ever more strained, so that the old man irrevocably decided to assert his parental authority at all costs. That led me to adopt an attitude of circumspect silence, but I put my threat into action. I thought that once it became clear to my father that I was making no progress at the Realschule, he would be forced to allow me to follow my dream-for better or worse. 1.5 THE YOUNG NATIONALIST I don't know whether I calculated rightly or not. My failure to make progress in school was obvious. I studied just the subjects that appealed to me, especially those that I thought I might need later as a painter. What didn't appear to have any importance, or what didn't otherwise appeal to me, I completely sabotaged. My school reports of that time were always in the extremes of good or bad, according to the subject. In one column my evaluation read 'very good' or 'excellent. ' In another it read 'average' or even 'below average. ' By far my best subjects were geography and, even more so, general history. These were my two favorite subjects, and I led the class in them. When I look back over so many years and try to judge the results of that experience, I find two very significant facts standing out clearly: First, I became a nationalist. Second, I learned to understand and grasp the true meaning of history. 1.6 THE GERMAN OSTMARK The old Austria was a multi-national state. In those days, at least the citizens of the German Reich, taken through and through, couldn't understand what that fact meant in the everyday life of the people within such a state. After the magnificent triumphant march of the victorious armies in the Franco-German War, the Germans in the Reich became steadily more and more estranged from the Germans beyond their frontiers-partly because they didn't wish to appreciate the true value 49 MEIN KAMPF of those other Germans, and partly because they were incapable of doing so. The degenerate dynasty was often confused with the people, who were at root healthy. The Germans of the Reich didn't realize that if the Austrian Germans had not been of the best blood, they could never have given their characteristic stamp to an empire of 52 million-such that the erroneous idea arose that Austria was a German state. This error led to dire consequences. But all the same, it was a magnificent testimony to the character of the 10 million Germans in the Ostmark.6 Only very few of the Germans in the Reich itself had an idea of the bitter struggle that those Eastern Germans had to carry on daily for the preservation of their German language, schools, and character. Only today-when a tragic fate has tom several millions of our kinsfolk away from the Reich and forced them to live under foreign rule, dreaming of that common fatherland towards which all their yearnings are directed, and struggling to maintain the right to use their mother tongue only now have the wider circles come to realize what it means to fight for one's people. Today perhaps there are some who can assess the greatness of that German spirit that animated the Reich's old Ostmark. It enabled those people, left entirely on their own, to defend the Reich against the East for several centuries. They also were able to secure the boundaries of the German language through a guerilla war of attrition, at a time when the Reich was more interested in colonies than in protecting its own flesh and blood at its very doorstep. 1.7 THE STRUGGLE FOR GERMANISM In this battle over the language of old Austria, there were, as in every such struggle, three groups: the fighters, the slackers, and the traitors. The sifting process began at school. And it is worth noting that the language-war was waged in perhaps its bitterest form in school; this was the nursery where the seeds had to be watered that were to spring up and form the coming generation. The tactical objective of the fight was to win over the child, and it was to the child that the first rallying cry was addressed: [/QUOTE]
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